Wen Sheng's singing was drifting away, and their road had to go on, and when they got home, they should put down the bag in their hands and begin to prepare for the feast tonight. Even if there are not enough people coming, the atmosphere and the traditional rituals required are indispensable, and the two of them are ready to make the dumplings that have been pushed and fried, which can be eaten directly or used as an ingredient in a hot pot. They have to prepare much more than that, there are bacon sausages on the top of the fire pit, smoked bean curd, smoked fish, and green peas and lovely peas and fangs, green cabbage and other seasonal vegetables, but fortunately, Su Yuan is an expert in the kitchen, so that he will not be busy and dizzy.

The fire burns the rapeseed oil produced at home, the fragrant smell of the field has not changed, even if it is planted with a different category, there is also a familiar warm smell, which is the best product conceived by sunshine and sweat, although it is not as good as the appearance of golden and shiny barreled oil, but it is more intimate in black and red mellow.

Su Kite cuts the fresh pork into regular strips, marinates them in the sauce, waits for a while, coats them in flour mixed with local eggs, and gently puts them into the seemingly calm pot one by one. Soon the fine white bubbles are raised, waiting for one side to be burned until golden brown, and then turned over, and finally presents a yellow-to-white appearance, which is the traditional all-purpose side dish "crispy meat", which is the hottest time when it comes out of the pot, and the hot aroma gushing out is really hard to resist, even after cooling, it still locks in the deliciousness and can be stored for a long time. In my memory, my mother always liked to wrap old newspapers and bury them in a large jar full of corn kernels, whenever he was hungry, he would always quietly take out a few pieces, and worry about the punishment after being found stealing, although his mother never taught him with bamboo sticks, but the desire for delicious food has never diminished. When his mother made a pot again, he didn't forget to secretly take out a few pieces and run to the opposite yard to share with his companions.

Nowadays, there is a lot of food to eat, and sometimes it can become the focus of the mood. But the situation at that time was that if someone remembered that you gave you a piece of food, you would be grateful to that person for a long time, and even remember him for the rest of his life, and swear in your heart to do something for him.

Affection is always weaker than profit, but there are always some people who still adhere to this precious quality, and although they have no longevity, they still maintain spiritual wealth. We are living in a relatively peaceful era, but we cannot indulge in mediocrity to live, there are some fundamental things that cannot be discarded, and there is still blood to have.

There is a pot clamp on the soup pot, which is a tool to assist in cooking, leaving a small gap in the lid of the can, and the rice soup with the smell of firewood enters the soup pot at an angle. When the soup is finished, then put it on the pot ring and steam, don't worry about the fire being too hot, if you want to leave a crispy pot at the bottom of the pot, you must have such a process, he also has to use chopsticks to check the hardness of the degree from time to time, if it burns too long, the gain outweighs the loss, he doesn't want to leave a failed paste, let alone at such a critical juncture. The rice pot is steamed with salty and roasted white, and it only has room for two bowls, which is not great in front of many foods, but if you have to say what kind of dish is memorable, it does make the list.

The kitchen was busy, and Shi'an was nowhere to be seen, and she probably went out to play, so she didn't have time to take care of it. Cooking is an adult's business, she can't cook delicious dishes yet, instead of causing some trouble to her brother, it is better to play happily, and when she comes back, she can eat deliciously, which is not a burden for her, after all, she knows her brother very well, and he will never be ambiguous when it comes to taking care of himself.

"Brother Aning, my old man called you over!" A crisp shout came from outside the house, it was Xiaohong, the granddaughter of Uncle Tang in the courtyard, she was rushing to the inner room, and she was willing to stop until she saw Yining.

He put down the rolling pin in his hand, adjusted his subtle expression, and tried to face the girl who had been bullied by him miserably with a better attitude. He used to be very fond of teasing her, often hiding in the hidden places of the way to school to scare her, and always telling her some scary ghost stories, so that when she passed the mound, she would crunch her neck and hold her breath, and the timid and shy girl had now grown up, and she did not hear a trace of fear in the shouting, but some kind dependence, which he did not expect.

"Brother Aning, grandpa called you over to help, come with me!" Xiaohong squeezed his hand smoothly, and was about to pull him out of the door in a daze.

"Hey, there are still guests, wow! Big sister, you're so beautiful! Xiaohong expressed her irresistibility to Su Kite's beauty, immediately abandoned him, and took the initiative to take her hand, "Sister, go to my house to play, there are a lot of delicious foods at home today..." So without totaling, they walked behind Xiaohong together, he didn't lead the way, this glory is still left to Xiaohong, after all, he has become a visitor now, although he is not a guest in fact.

As for the pomp and circumstance of the queue to welcome, it is no longer visible, when Yining's grandfather was alive, he could always have such treatment when he visited other homes, probably because he promised a very heavy favor in that era, so he was highly respected. Yu Ze of the ancestors will always make him different in the eyes of others, when he doesn't know him, he will always ask him the name of the elders in the family, if he is the grandson of Tang Tingzhuang, he will have an admiring tone and say that he hates to see each other late, and he seems to be able to hear the stories of that time from his voice, but unfortunately, his grandfather never told him again, and now he has no chance to hear it.

"A-Ning, come here......" Huzi's loud voice can be heard clearly across the mountain, not to mention that this is not far from the side of the ditch, the mountain has its own powerful sound effect that makes the originally unremarkable sound become colorful, echoing in the mountains is an unknown number of sounds, "Eh, wait a while, it's almost there......" Xiaohong responded first, dragging a long tune, and I don't know that after several urgings, they finally arrived.

"A-Ning, you're back, are you still counting what you said? These two boys in my family are talking about you, don't say more, kill this pig, and drink two taels of wine with me..."Uncle Tang is very enthusiastic, as usual, just looking at his kind face will make people feel very kind, humanity comes from the heart, and it is also thought of it, otherwise how can there be a doctrine of face to face.

He followed a few big men to the pigsty, ropes and iron hooks were ready, he only needed to sweep the formation, and stabilize its churning with weight, the pig killer had already completed the ritual of channeling the gods, and the high stool was still burning with unsold incense.

The pig killer sharpened his knife and walked firmly to the execution ground, before the knife, the terrible scream was already echoing in the mountains and forests, it was the last cry of the end of life, but the throat was gurgling blood, which would only speed up the process, but the only thing it could show was the sound, who would pay attention to its eyes that missed the world, when it fluttered and lost consciousness, it could no longer see the cloudy eyes under the long white eyelashes. Life is worthy of reverence, so it is expressed by the way of paying homage to the ghosts and gods, and in the case of language barriers, it may be possible to find a medium to communicate, which is fate, a destiny that is predestined from the beginning.

Changing the blood basin, entering the yellow bucket, perming the hair, disemboweling the belly, this is the step he saw, the craftsman knew the structure of the pig clearly, and the division was completed in less than twenty minutes, and he had to rush to the next house immediately after accepting the owner's thanks. These days, he is so busy that he rarely smokes, and his non-stop work is also a battle that cannot be taken lightly, fame is a thing, but to earn it, he still has to compete with his peers to make up for the family.

Old Man Tang took out his treasured snake wine, handed him a small glass, and talked about the changes over the years. The vision of the old people is lofty and subtle, we rarely observe the details of life, and they will always become very talkative in the more than a year of rearing, and their ability to act is not as good as that of young people, and the fun has also been reduced, but they have figured out this love of life many years ago.

The guests from afar are greeted by Xiaohong, the girls always love to discuss around beauty, their yearning for the outside world is always there, asking this and that, just to get out of their general fate. The children in the township are sensible very early, they can not only be regarded as fools who have not received much education, in life, there are not many people who can say that they will win, they have already been able to hold up half the sky, they know how to seize the opportunity in the new era, so under the influence of the concept of reading to become a talent, they are very serious in their schoolwork, and they have won glory for their families and even surpassed their own achievements, their eyes are flashing with desire, expectation, and faith!

The old man knew that he couldn't stay longer and delayed his time to go home, so he took the lard and pig blood and asked Xiaohong to send them home. Huzi didn't talk much, just looked at it a few more times and went back to the house, childhood partners, brothers who know the roots, don't need too many words, as long as you know that you are here is enough, the years are still long, there will always be a chance to come out to get together.

Xiaohong sent the two of them to the stairs before they embarked on the way home, the gray sky did not affect her steps, her thin figure quickly disappeared into the bend of the mountain, and she could still walk like flying. He used to be so fearless, but his eyes were no longer as clear as they were at the beginning, which made him suddenly sigh again, this is the price of growth.

The fire in the furnace has been lit, red flames are drilled into the pores of the black and shiny "charcoal circle", the newly purchased pot is already fragrant with oil, and the dinner is about to begin. They can't eat spicy, so they choose to blanch the dishes on the side of the mandarin duck pot, but for the sake of balance and surprises that may appear at any time, the red soup is also prepared, but no one cares about it at this time.

The Spring Festival Gala is coming as scheduled, they are indulging in the well-choreographed program, as the attention of the end of the world at this time, they do not want to miss a minute, the interest has not faded, but has become stronger with the passage of time. The arduous task of keeping the New Year is now spiritual food that cannot be shirked.

There was a barking of dogs outside the door, probably because someone had rushed home, and he hurried out to look at the light in the distance, which was blocked and could not be entered. Just as he was hesitating to help, he suddenly heard the cry that had been too late for many years.

"A-Ning, come over and help the eldest sister drive the dog, come on!" It was his sister's voice, and it was this night, fluttering to his ears, and his heart almost melted. Wiping away his tears, he hurried there, the dog did not recognize this local who had been away from his homeland for many years, and he needed to suppress it with thunder.